Thursday, January 8, 2015
It was me buzzing around yesterday. I had a luncheon date with Tinka, my friend from Fiddletown. I raced through morning chores, sluiced down, spiffed up, and met Tinka at a little hole-in-the-wall cafe in Mt. Aukum neither of us had tried before. We were seated at one of those trendy, tall little tables with chairs of matching height. Our giggle-fest began as we, ladies of "a certain age," struggled to hoist ourselves up and then sat there, our feet dangling like kindergartners' at the grownups' table. We continued to laugh as our conversation hiccupped along. Tinka, "Now where was I going with that thought?," and me spewing Spoonerisms. It was a good thing the cafe was not crowded or we might have been 86'd for being grey-haired rowdies, and we chortled at that idea, too. Talking and laughing, time slipped by. We both had places to go and things to do. We slid to the floor from our highchairs, and it was a surprise to find when we were leaving that the hostess had to unlock the door to let us out. The cafe had closed and they hadn't said a word to us. That sent us out the door laughing again. Our server must have wondered what we'd been slipping into our coffee on the sly. Always leave 'em guessing, that's my motto; we can do the laughing on our own.
It was a lovely day, and a beautiful ending.
Happy birthday to my son Larry today!